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'Beatie found death interesting. Men and women and children across the country, across the world, were dead and burned, gassed and shelled, their towns and possessions and lives reduced to rubble along with their souls. Beatie felt a kind of vague, unfocused sympathy for humanity in the summer of 1945.' A refreshing absence of saccharine marks this thoughtful postscript to Gaudy Night, which details the fate of Annie Wilson's eldest daughter. Peter & Harriet's voices are perfect, and I particularly enjoyed the depiction of their relationship. (Crossover with Agatha Christie's Cat Among the Pigeons)

'It was true that Wimsey’s preferred reading material did not usually feature young schoolgirls chafing under the restrictive guardianship of a cold, man-hunting mother and a socialite aunt, but it held to the promised standard of English and a surprising lightness of touch considering the title.' Wimsey's dry viewpoint provides the perfect counterpoint to the purple prose of Hilary Thorpe's first novel. Enormous fun!

'The back of the book displayed a more welcome sight; his own face, or rather, his own face as it had been eight years ago, when Philip Boyes was the handsome young author of the much-discussed if poorly-selling Abhasa. Dark curls artfully rumpled, the younger, optimistic Philip stared out at the current version, and looked distinctly unimpressed.' A thoughtful novella that attempts to elucidate why Harriet agreed to live with Boyes. Sonetka fleshes the man out, giving him believable motivations without whitewashing him

'She also learnt – slowly and painfully, and not without some embarrassing mistakes – to notice other things; to know that if Mrs X was not in church, it was probably because her husband had come home drunk again and slapped her around, whereupon a tactful visit next day might be appreciated, but if Mrs Y was absent, it was probably because she herself had been in the pub all night.' An interesting possible backstory for Kitty Climpson, with the perfect vehicle for her coming to Peter's attention

'Harriet privately thought that possession of a tea tray said less about one's bourgeois leanings than about the impracticality of juggling two mugs, a glass tumbler, and a bottle of not-terribly expensive champagne...' Delicate study of Harriet's life before Strong Poison, beautifully characterised & full of telling details

'There were white roses on the bench, and in the dim light of the Old Bailey they looked almost ashen.' This AU to Strong Poison relentlessly explores its grim premise. The persevering reader is rewarded with perfect characterisations throughout